So, how are you all?
StarlightWarrior: World domination is cool! And I read your fic on it . . . very odd. Well done.
Firestar: Er . . . there was no C5 at that time. Glad you like it.
Yes, I'm still here. Here's the next part.
Raven: Oh my God, what has he done???
Reaper: We need to get out there, right now!
Raven: I doubt we'll be able to sort this out ourselves. We'll need assistance.
Huntress: I'm coming with you.
Raven: Not quite what I meant.
Reaper: Raven . . . what are you planning?
Raven:
Reaper/Huntress: Oh, gods . . .
* * * *
Boromir groaned as he woke. His arm *hurt*! It was almost as bad as dying, although at least this time it was only one wound. Keeping his eyes shut, he listened.
There was at least one person in the room with him, with possibly another. The room was rather small, about the size of the hotel room, which is what he guessed it was. And there was no birdsong. Either they'd finally gotten soundproofing installed, or it was nighttime.
He opened his eyes, and gazed at the ceiling. It was, indeed, the hotel room, and by the light it was also night. Then two faces appeared in his field of vision: Eomer and Aragorn. But where was Haldir? Boromir made to rise, but Aragorn placed a hand on his uninjured shoulder and said, "Rest, my friend. You have lost a lot of blood."
Boromir tried to speak, but at first his voice was a mere croak. Eventually, he managed to say, "Haldir. Where is . . . Haldir?"
A shadow crossed Aragorn's face. "I'm sorry, but . . . well, after he started shooting they must have decided to aim at him first, and . . ." The king lifted his hand from Boromir's shoulder, and the warrior saw the elf's lifeless body on the other bed. "Oh."
"Indeed."
Both were silent for a moment, until a thunderous knocking at the door disturbed them. Aragorn gestured to Eomer to answer it. The Rider of Rohan moved over, opened the door a fraction, and peered out.
Before he could move, he was thrown back as the door was kicked open from the other side. But instead of the armed Americans that Boromir was expected, in through the door stepped, a girl with flowing black hair, followed by another with long golden hair and a brown-haired boy.
The Raven stopped in the middle of the room, Huntress and Reaper standing behind her, and looked at the Middle Earthers. After a moment, she said, "Well, I see you've managed to get rid of the elf. David? Deal with it."
Reaper - David - nodded. "Yes, my lady. Come on, Sarah, we've got work to do." The two moved over to Haldir's body and began to set up equipment around him. "What are you doing?" asked Aragorn.
"He has to be sent back," explained the Raven. "Boromir we dragged out of a river, but Haldir has to be found later. Probably by you."
Aragorn nodded. "Right. I see. Shame he couldn't live, really."
There was a bright flash from the other bed, and Haldir, plus all the equipment around him, vanished. Boromir blinked. "Won't . . . someone notice . . . all that metal . . . around the body?" he croaked. David shook his head. "The teleporter just sent itself back to base. It does that." The warrior nodded, even though he had no idea what the boy meant. *Best to humour him*, he thought.
The Raven spoke again. "Well, Boromir, I see you messed up the subtle approach. Never liked it anyway. Now, we try it my way."
"And what is 'your way'?" asked Eomer. The girl nodded at the window, to which Aragorn and Eomer now moved. "Oh, my . . ." they said as one. Raven, Reaper and Huntress joined them, and looked down at the street below.
Down the road, the moonlight sparkling off their armour, marched a thousand Elf warriors, in perfect step.
* * * *
Yes, I know it's overkill, but she asked for it, honest! And sorry to all you Haldir fans, but with all these other elves around . . .
How about a review or two, yeah?
hS
StarlightWarrior: World domination is cool! And I read your fic on it . . . very odd. Well done.
Firestar: Er . . . there was no C5 at that time. Glad you like it.
Yes, I'm still here. Here's the next part.
Raven: Oh my God, what has he done???
Reaper: We need to get out there, right now!
Raven: I doubt we'll be able to sort this out ourselves. We'll need assistance.
Huntress: I'm coming with you.
Raven: Not quite what I meant.
Reaper: Raven . . . what are you planning?
Raven:
Reaper/Huntress: Oh, gods . . .
* * * *
Boromir groaned as he woke. His arm *hurt*! It was almost as bad as dying, although at least this time it was only one wound. Keeping his eyes shut, he listened.
There was at least one person in the room with him, with possibly another. The room was rather small, about the size of the hotel room, which is what he guessed it was. And there was no birdsong. Either they'd finally gotten soundproofing installed, or it was nighttime.
He opened his eyes, and gazed at the ceiling. It was, indeed, the hotel room, and by the light it was also night. Then two faces appeared in his field of vision: Eomer and Aragorn. But where was Haldir? Boromir made to rise, but Aragorn placed a hand on his uninjured shoulder and said, "Rest, my friend. You have lost a lot of blood."
Boromir tried to speak, but at first his voice was a mere croak. Eventually, he managed to say, "Haldir. Where is . . . Haldir?"
A shadow crossed Aragorn's face. "I'm sorry, but . . . well, after he started shooting they must have decided to aim at him first, and . . ." The king lifted his hand from Boromir's shoulder, and the warrior saw the elf's lifeless body on the other bed. "Oh."
"Indeed."
Both were silent for a moment, until a thunderous knocking at the door disturbed them. Aragorn gestured to Eomer to answer it. The Rider of Rohan moved over, opened the door a fraction, and peered out.
Before he could move, he was thrown back as the door was kicked open from the other side. But instead of the armed Americans that Boromir was expected, in through the door stepped, a girl with flowing black hair, followed by another with long golden hair and a brown-haired boy.
The Raven stopped in the middle of the room, Huntress and Reaper standing behind her, and looked at the Middle Earthers. After a moment, she said, "Well, I see you've managed to get rid of the elf. David? Deal with it."
Reaper - David - nodded. "Yes, my lady. Come on, Sarah, we've got work to do." The two moved over to Haldir's body and began to set up equipment around him. "What are you doing?" asked Aragorn.
"He has to be sent back," explained the Raven. "Boromir we dragged out of a river, but Haldir has to be found later. Probably by you."
Aragorn nodded. "Right. I see. Shame he couldn't live, really."
There was a bright flash from the other bed, and Haldir, plus all the equipment around him, vanished. Boromir blinked. "Won't . . . someone notice . . . all that metal . . . around the body?" he croaked. David shook his head. "The teleporter just sent itself back to base. It does that." The warrior nodded, even though he had no idea what the boy meant. *Best to humour him*, he thought.
The Raven spoke again. "Well, Boromir, I see you messed up the subtle approach. Never liked it anyway. Now, we try it my way."
"And what is 'your way'?" asked Eomer. The girl nodded at the window, to which Aragorn and Eomer now moved. "Oh, my . . ." they said as one. Raven, Reaper and Huntress joined them, and looked down at the street below.
Down the road, the moonlight sparkling off their armour, marched a thousand Elf warriors, in perfect step.
* * * *
Yes, I know it's overkill, but she asked for it, honest! And sorry to all you Haldir fans, but with all these other elves around . . .
How about a review or two, yeah?
hS